


Secret Santa

by wahtah



Category: Supernatural
Genre: AU, Alternate Universe, Christmas Fluff, Fluff, Gift Giving, M/M, Office Party, Romance, Secret Santa, cuteness, meddling Becky
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2013-12-23
Updated: 2013-12-23
Packaged: 2018-01-05 18:15:15
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,960
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1097086
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/wahtah/pseuds/wahtah
Summary: <blockquote class="userstuff">
              <p>As he was speaking, Dean was struck with an excellent idea. This Secret Santa thing might just be the opportunity he needed to finally ask Cas out. He could definitely count on asking Becky to rig the system so that he was Cas’s Secret Santa. The girl had been going on about how she ‘shipped’ the two of them together for long enough to know that he’d have her full support. Then, it’d just be a matter of finding twelve perfect gifts to prove to Cas how much Dean cared about him. It would be brilliant.</p>
            </blockquote>





	Secret Santa

**Author's Note:**

> This was written for the 2013 Destiel Advent Calendar on Tumblr. Go check it out: http://destieladventcalendar.tumblr.com/

“So, is today the day that you’re finally going to grow a pair Winchester?”

Dean looked up from his laptop, a half-glare and a half-pout already beginning to form on his face. He was met with the grinning face of his best friend, and constant pain-in-the-ass, Joanna Beth Harvelle. She was leaning over his cubicle, a broad and teasing smile plastered onto her face. Making fun of Dean Winchester’s big gay crush was definitely her favorite activity in the whole world. The whole thing was made a thousand times better by the fact that any mention of said crush reduced Dean from his usual macho-man bravado, into a flustered little school girl.

“Jesus Christ Jo! Would you please let this go?” Dean growled, as he flipped the lid of his laptop closed, and pushed away from the desk. “I don’t need to grow anything, thank you very much—all of my man parts are already in place.”

He stood up, shrugging on his overcoat and double-checking his pockets to make sure he had everything he needed.

“Really?” Jo asked, smile still firmly in place. “You could have fooled me.”

Dean rolled his eyes in an exaggerated manner, but otherwise withheld any further comments. He knew by now, that they would only serve to goad her on even more.

“Yeah, yeah…” he said, “Where to for lunch, then?”

“Oh, like you even need to ask my friend. It’s Thursday—which means…”

Dean felt his cheeks heat up, but refused to meet Jo’s eyes. “We don’t have to go there, you know. You’re starting to make me feel like some sort of stalker!”

Jo punched him lightly on the shoulder, her grin reaching maniacal proportions. “Oh I think you’ve earned stalker-status a long time ago, Winchester. Don’t worry! I’m not here to judge.”

“All you do is judge, Joannna Beth.” Dean grumbled under his breath. But his irritation didn’t last very long. As he rode down the elevator he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement run through him at the thought of seeing him at lunch.

The him in question was none other than Castiel Novak. The quiet accountant had joined Sandover just under a year ago. Dean had noticed him right away. It was kind of hard not to—with his messy hair, deep gravelly voice and beautiful blue eyes, Castiel had caught the interest of pretty much every member of the office.

It had taken Dean nearly a whole month of watching him from afar, before he’d finally worked up the courage to actually speak to the man. He had just happened to notice—not that he was stalking him or anything, he was just good at observation—that Castiel always brought lunch from home and ate at his desk most days of the week. However, every Thursday the man would make his way over to a small deli a few blocks away from the office building and eat his lunch there. Needless to say, that the trip to the deli quickly became part of Dean’s routine as well.

The first few times he’d spoken to Castiel, the man had been exceedingly polite. Dean couldn’t help but feel that he would never be able to break through the barriers that Castiel put up around himself. But Dean was nothing if not persistent. After nearly a month of meeting at the deli and a few quick conversations around the office, Castiel began to warm up to him. The more he found out about the man, the harder Dean fell for him. There was something about Castiel’s quiet humor and charm that pulled at Dean in a way that he wasn’t quite used to before.

His crush on the man was so obvious that it hadn’t taken the rest of the office very long to catch on. Now, the entire office was heavily invested in their romance—or lack thereof. Despite his best efforts, Dean couldn’t quite bring himself to actually ask Castiel out on a date. It had taken him so long to form this tentative friendship between the two of them that he dreaded the thought of ruining it. In fact, Dean was pretty sure that there was a betting pool going on—run by the office prankster, Gabriel of course—on when the two of them would finally get together.

Dean was jolted back to the present as the elevator doors slid open. He made his way through the lobby, with Jo chattering away at his side about the latest project that she was working on. As they walked out through the glass doors of the lobby, Dean was hit with a blast of cold, winter air. Gathering his coat closer around himself, the two of them began their walk down the block to the deli.

“So, did you get the email this morning from Becky about the Secret Santa thing the office is doing?” Jo asked.

“Hmm…” Deans said, “Oh yeah. I saw that. We don’t have to participate right?”

Jo punched him on the shoulder again, but definitely harder this time. “Dean! Stop being such a spoilsport. It’ll be fun! And Becky said that this year, we get the option of buying either one big present or giving them twelve small presents—doing the whole “Twelve days of Christmas” thing!”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Yeah, like I know people in the office well enough to buy them twelve damn presents. It’s a waste of time, Jo.”

He slowed down as he approached the deli, peering through the window to see if Castiel was already there. Sure enough, Dean spotted him sitting at their usual table, his lanky figure hunched over a stack of paperwork. A smile crept onto his face as he watched his friend frown at the numbers as if they were personally offending him. It was, for the lack of a better word—incredibly cute.

“Alright, enough staring lover boy. Can we actually go get some food? I’m starving!” Jo said, shoving him through the entrance. The door chimed over their heads, and Dean was immediately enveloped in the warmth of the indoors.

At the sound of the chime, Castiel looked up. Dean was pleased to see his eyes brighten slightly as they fell on him, his lips curve up slightly.

“Hello, Dean.”

“Hey Cas!” Dean replied, unbuttoning his coat before shrugging out of it. He placed it over the back of the chair across from Castiel as Jo made her way to the deli counter. She knew exactly what he ordered every time he came to this place, and didn’t mind ordering for him—if it meant that he got a few extra minutes to speak with Castiel alone.

“I watched the show you recommended for some time last night. I must say, I cannot quite see the appeal of a medical drama that seems to focus more on the sexual relationships between the doctors and less on the actual treatment of the patients.” Cas asked, shifting his paperwork to the side to make room for Dean.

“Oh come on, Cas!” Dean said, in mock offense. “Dr. Sexy MD is awesome! It’s all about the drama –not the medical nonsense! Besides, did you see Dr. Sexy? And those damn cowboy boots?!”

Cas gave Dean a small smile, “Yes, I can see that he is very aesthetically pleasing to look upon. The cowboy boots definitely add to the allure of his image.”

“Hell yeah, it does!” Dean said, slapping the table emphatically. The two of them talked for a while longer about nothing in particular, until Jo plopped herself down onto the unoccupied chair at the table, handing over Dean’s sandwich.

“Good afternoon, Joanna Beth.” Cas said, solemnly. Dean smiled to himself as he unwrapped his sandwich. No matter how many times she told him, Cas insisted on calling Jo by her full name. So much so, that she had given up her protests, knowing they would only fall on deaf ears.

“Afternoon, Castiel” she said, grinning at the mock formality. “So, I was just trying to get Dean-o here to participate in the office Secret Santa, but he’s being a big ol’ Grinch. You’re doing it, right?”

“Oh, yes. I do believe exchanging gifts is an important tradition—even in the office setting. As Rebecca Rosen has said in her e-mail, it is a great way to foster lasting friendships with our colleagues.”

Dean couldn’t help but grin at the fact that Cas had pretty much memorized the email. It was just another one of those little quirks that made Cas that much more endearing. As he took a big bite of his sandwich, Cas turned his glance upon him, “Why do you not wish to participate, Dean?”

Dean did his best to swallow down the bite as quickly as possible, before replying. “I never said I wasn’t gonna do it, Cas! I just—”

As he was speaking, Dean was struck with an excellent idea. This Secret Santa thing might just be the opportunity he needed to finally ask Cas out. He could definitely count on asking Becky to rig the system so that he was Cas’s Secret Santa. The girl had been going on about how she ‘shipped’ the two of them together for long enough to know that he’d have her full support. Then, it’d just be a matter of finding twelve perfect gifts to prove to Cas how much Dean cared about him. It would be brilliant.

“—I’m totally going to participate. Foster those friendships and what not!” Dean said, his voice shaking with barely contained glee.

Jo rolled her eyes at him, completely understanding Dean’s train of thought. Cas smiled at him softly, “I am glad, Dean.”

* * *

 

“Becky, my dear. I come bearing chocolates!” Dean announced, as he poked his head around the door of the HR office.

“What do you want, Dean?” the blond haired woman asked, her eyes firmly fixed on her laptop and fingers typing furiously.

“Why should I want something? Can’t I just stop by to bring chocolates for my favorite HR gal?”

This brought a stop to the typing, and Becky glared up at him from her desk.

“Alright! Alright!” Dean said, placing the chocolates on her desk. “Sheesh, no one appreciates subtlety anymore.”

He cleared his throat, feeling slightly nervous. It was one thing to know that he would have Becky’s full support—but quite another to actually voice his request out loud. He rubbed the back of his neck, a small blush coloring his cheeks, “So…erm, you’re running this whole Secret Santa thing, right? I-um—I was just wondering if uh…maybe I could be Cas’s Secret Santa? I know it’s supposed to be anonymous and everything but—”

The rest of Dean’s argument was cut off by a loud shriek, as Becky lauched herself out of her chair and pretty much tackled Dean. “OH MY GOSH! THAT IS THE CUTEST THINGGGGG”

Dean did his best to hang on as Becky flailed about in his arms. It took her a good five minutes to calm down, by which time Dean could see a few heads poking out of their offices, looking for the source of the commotion.

“It’s okay folks!” Dean called out. “Nothing to see here!”

Becky had a wide smile on her face as she reached up to pinch Dean’s cheeks. “Of _course_ you can be Cas’s Secret Santa, Dean! Does this mean that you’re finally going to tell him how you feel? Oh gosh, this is going to be so amazing. And it’s _my_ Secret Santa idea that made this all happen! I expect to be invited to wedding! OH MY GOSH! The wedding! Oh you two would look simply precious in tuxedos and—”

“Becky! Jesus. Calm down.” Dean said his cheeks fully red at this point. “Let’s take this one step at a time, okay? Let me at least ask the guy out first before you start writing out wedding invitations.”

“Okay, okay. I’m calm. I swear!” Becky said. Despite her words though, she let out another squeal of excitement. Dean didn’t even have it in him to chastise her for it, since his own face was split into a wide grin.

Becky ran back to her desk, fishing out a bowl with a bunch of folded slips inside. She quickly rummaged through them, opening up a few of them before tossing them aside into a pile. “AHA! Here we go!” she exclaimed finally, holding up a folded blue post-it note.

She thrust it forward into Dean’s hand, and he glanced down with a thrill of excitement to see the name “CASTIEL NOVAK” written on the slip in neat, precise handwriting.

“Thank you Becky!” Dean said, pulling her into a quick hug. “You totally earned those chocolates.”

* * *

 

“Oh god. This was a terrible idea. What was it that ever made me think this was a good idea? I swear Sammy, I should not be allowed to make decisions.”

Sam Winchester chuckled quietly to himself, as he watched an increasingly flustered Dean rummaging through the aisles of the store. Every once in a while, Dean would pick up an item with enthusiasm, before eventually talking himself out of it and throwing it back on the shelf.

“Dean, calm down. You have to buy this guy twelve presents—and it’s not going to happen if you keep rejecting everything.” Sam said, picking up the snow globe that Dean had just been looking at. “What’s wrong with this? It’s cute!”

Dean turned the power of his full glare onto his brother. “It’s a _snow globe_!” he said, his voice dripping with more venom than was necessary for discussing such a kitschy item. “I can’t give Cas a freaking snow globe! I’m trying to tell this guy how I feel Sam, not buy him a tchotchke. I don’t know what I was thinking with my stupid plan. I’m terrible at buying presents!”

Sam couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of him, “I know! Remember you bought me a Barbie doll and porn mags for Christmas one year!”

“Hey! I just wanted you to let out your inner princess, Samantha. And the porn was more for me, anyway.” Dean replied.

“How many presents do you have anyway?” Sam asked.

“Two” replied Dean, his voice miserable. “I got him a set of those fountain pens—you know the ones that come with the ink bottle and everything. Cas loves them, but he said that he’s never bought them because they’re not practical with his job.”

“That’s a nice thought.” Sam said, trying his best not to tease his brother about the fact that he remembered such small details about his crush. “What’s the other gift?”

Dean blushed, “I got him a clip-on tie. Blue, to match his eyes.”

“Clip-on tie? Isn’t that a little unsophisticated for Cas?”

“He can never tie his existing ties properly. Every time I look at him, I just want to fix the damn thing.” Dean mumbled, not quite meeting Sam’s eyes.

Sam grinned. Dean really was gone on this guy. Sam had even met him a few times when he’d dropped by Dean’s office to say hello. Although Dean refused to believe it, but Sam was pretty sure Cas was just as enamored with Dean. Sam had watched the two of them stare into each other’s eyes for long enough to know that it wasn’t merely friendship between them. He was glad that Dean was finally taking the initiative and making a move.

“Okay, so two down and ten to go. That’s not too bad. When do you guys start exchanging the presents, anyway?”

“Tomorrow.” Dean replied, “The offices are going to be closed on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, so the big party’s on the 22nd and gift exchanges start the 10th. Oh, Becky said that you’re more than welcome to come to the party by the way.”

Dean grinned at his brother, as Sam shifted uncomfortably. At Sandover’s last Christmas party, Sam had consumed a little too much eggnog and ended up making out with Becky Rosen in the copy room. That was not an experience that Sam was willing to go through a second time. Although, it might be worth it to see Dean’s fumbling attempt at asking Cas out.

“Yeah, maybe I’ll stop by for a bit.” Sam said, shrugging noncommittally. “Now come on, let’s find those presents. I don’t want to be stuck at the mall all day.”

* * *

 

Dean wasn’t quite sure who his Secret Santa was, but by the fifth day of the gift exchange, it became clear that whoever it was, they knew him quite well. So far, he’d received a Led Zeppelin record, a DVD set of Star Trek episodes, a lore book on mythical beasts, a car servicing kit for his Impala and a leather bracelet. Dean had begun to suspect that his Secret Santa might be Jo, but she had vehemently denied it.

Just as his lunch hour was about to begin, Dean dropped by the HR office to pick up his latest present. As he looked through the various wrapped gifts on the table, Dean’s gaze fell upon the homemade apple pie, with the small card placed next to it that read, “ _For Dean.”_ Dean stared at the pie in amazement, before grinning widely and picking it up.

He felt a slight twinge of regret that he wouldn’t be able to dig into the delicious looking thing right away. It was a Thursday, after all—and he would be meeting Cas at their regular deli for lunch. After a few moments of indecision, Dean decided to just bring the pie along with him. He’d even be willing to share a piece with Cas—which, if you knew Dean was quite a big deal indeed.

He spared a quick glance back at the table of presents to confirm that his gift for Cas had already been picked up. With a satisfied smile, Dean made his way to the deli shop, the pie nearly cradled in his hands. As he walked in, he saw the guy behind the counter shoot him a quick glare for bring in outside food. But Dean flashed him his sweetest smile, before joining Cas at their table.

Cas gave Dean his usual half-smile, his eyes warm as he watched Dean enthusiastically rub his hands together, staring at the pie.

“Can you believe it!” Dean said, “My Secret Santa is _the best!_ ”

He carefully peeled back the saran wrap, before digging straight in. The crust was perfectly browned and crumbled oh so deliciously. The apples were soft and just the right amount of sweet. All in all, Dean felt very justified in letting out a long, drawn-out moan of contentment at the taste, drawing a few scandalized looks from the tables around them. Cas had a slight tinge of pink on his face as he tried not to stare at the blissful expression on Dean’s face.

“I take it you enjoyed the taste then?” Cas asked, trying to keep his voice perfectly neutral.

“I think I could orgasm just from the taste of this pie!” Dean replied, not quite processing what he was saying.

The pink on Cas’ cheeks turned into a bright red as he did his best to avoid Dean’s eyes. “I am sure your Secret Santa will be pleased to hear that.”

Dean nodded, sparing a fleeting though to the identity of his Secret Santa. Dean knew for sure now that it couldn’t possibly be Jo. He’d tasted her cooking before—and wasn’t likely to try that again anytime soon.

Speaking of Secret Santa though. Dean glanced up through his lashes at Cas, feeling a surge of pleasure course through him when he noted that Cas was wearing the blue clip-on tie that he’d bought. “So, have your presents been as good as mine?” he asked, trying to keep his voice nonchalant.

A brief look of pleasure passed over Cas’s face. “Yes. My presents have all been quite wonderful. I can see that my Secret Santa has put much thought into them.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked, feeling giddy. “What’s your favorite been so far?”

“I don’t think I am able to choose, Dean. They are all so lovely.” He ran his hands over his tie, smoothing it down. “This tie in particular has been quite helpful—I don’t have to spend time trying to tie it in the morning. I have also received a set of the most beautiful fountain pens—I do very much love them. There was also a leather-bound journal, a book on the mythology of angels and a glass ornament in the shape of a bee. They are all such thoughtful gifts!”

Dean couldn’t fight back the smile on his face. It had taken him so many hours of scouring through the mall to find the perfect gifts for Cas. But it had all been worth it to hear the pleased lilt in his voice.

“I’m glad you like them Cas. You got one awesome Secret Santa.”

Well, no one ever said that Dean Winchester had a small ego.

* * *

 

The next few days passed without much incident. Dean continued to receive presents from his mysterious Secret Santa that were simply perfect for him. He spoke to Cas a few more times through the days, when he caught up with him in the office. Cas continued to wax poetic about his own gifts. Each time, Dean left the conversation with a sense of pride and giddiness. It seemed that all of his choices were exactly what Cas needed.

As the day of the party approached, however, Dean began to feel a sense of anxiety begin to overwhelm him. The last present he’d chosen for Cas—the one that he’d give him after revealing that he was his Secret Santa was a pair of tickets to go see “It’s a Wonderful Life” at the local theater. His confidence, which had slowly been building with each present, still felt shaky when he considered actually asking the man out. It wasn’t that Dean feared rejection—he knew Cas was too polite to outright decline him. But he didn’t want to make Cas feel _obligated_ to go out with him. He wanted Cas to want him back.

Christ. He was such a girl. Perhaps Jo had been right to ask him to grow a pair.

* * *

 

On the day of the party, the office had taken on a very festive mood. The decorations which had been hung up by the HR office the night before, gave the whole building a cheery atmosphere. Even though the official party didn’t begin until the afternoon, no one seemed to be in the mood to get any work done that morning. Instead, most of the staff congregated in the kitchen, chatting away about their plans for the holidays.

Becky, who had been running around the office in a Santa hat all morning trying to gather the last minute Secret Santa presents, stopped by Dean’s cubicle with a wide grin on her face.

“Today’s the daaaaay!” she sing-songed. “Are you ready?”

Dean tried to smile back at her, but it came out more as a grimace. “Erm. I think so?”

Becky frowned at him. “You’re not backing out are you? I have money on today, dammit.”

“Dammit Gabriel!” Dean growled, forgetting his anxiety for a moment. “I told him to stop that pool.”

As if saying his name summoned him, the short brown-haired man stuck his head over the top of Dean’s cubicle. “No can do, Dean-o!” he chirruped. “We’ve got great odds on for today. About half the office has bet that you’d finally nut up—and the other half is just waiting to see it all crash and burn!”

“Oh good.” Dean said, his anxiety back full force. “Nice to know I’ll have witnesses to my demise.”

“Ah chin up Winchester.” Gabriel replied with a smirk. “If it helps, I totally think you’ll seal the deal today—if you know what I mean!”

With a wink, Gabriel wandered off leaving behind a over-zealous Becky and slightly hyperventilating Dean.

Sometime in the afternoon, Sam dropped by the office, having decided that watching his brother embarrass himself was worth another encounter with Becky Rosen. As soon as she spotted him, Becky grabbed a pair of reindeer antlers and stuck them on his head. “There! Very festive.”

As the staff began to make their way to the largest conference room in the building, where the party was to be held, Dean found himself being escorted down by Jo and Sam. Both of them flanking his sides, as if afraid that he’d chicken out at the last minute and try and make a break for it.

When Dean spotted Cas’s messy hair in the crowd, he decided that it might be worth trying anyway. But before he could act on that impulse, he was physically manhandled into the room by his best friend and his brother.

“Jerks.” He muttered under his breath. He felt his brother give him a shove on the small of his back, and found himself falling forwards, colliding into one Mr. Castiel Novak.

“Whoa—sorry, Cas!” Dean said, straightening himself out.

“Hello, Dean.” Cas said, slightly startled. Up closer, Dean could see a nervous twitch in Cas’ face.

“You alright?” Dean asked.

But before Castiel had a chance to reply, Becky cleared her throat loudly, commanding the attention of the gathered group.

“I just wanted to thank everyone who participated in the office Secret Santa this year! I know that some of you grumbled about having to buy twelve different presents—but you know I did give you guys the option of buying one big present at the end, you all chose to do the twelve present thing anyway, so you can’t really blame me for having to spend so much money—and besides it’s for your colleagues and that’s very important—”

“Yes, thank you Becky!” Jo said, loudly cutting off the rest of her monologue. “We all know what we’re here for guys! The big reveal!”

“I’m just here to stuff my face with free food!” Gabriel called out from the back of the room.

“Well yes, that too.” Jo agreed, grinning. “But right now it’s time for the Secret Santas to reveal themselves and give their final presents!”

“How about we start with—” Jo began, as pretty much everyone gathered in the conference room turned to look at Dean.

_Fuck._

“Dean Winchester! Who were you the Secret Santa for?”

Dean could practically feel the steam coming out of his ears as he gazed into the grinning faces of his colleagues. He really hated working here. Did these people have nothing more of interest than his sad pining love life?

He took a deep breath and composed himself before turning to face Castiel. He kept his head down, not quite ready to look Cas in the eyes just yet.

“Cas…” he began.

“No fucking way.”

Dean looked up in surprise. Did Castiel Novak just _swear_?

“Cas?”

“ _You’re_ my Secret Santa?” Cas asked.

“Uhm. Yes?” Dean felt his heart begin to sink a little. The disbelief was written quite clearly on Cas’s face. Did he not want Dean to be his Secret Santa? Was he expecting someone else? “Er…my final gift is a pair of tickets to go see “It’s a Wonderful Life”…I was erm…hoping that you’d like to go see it with me? But—but—it’s fine if you’d rather go see it with someone else of course.

_Oh my god, why couldn’t he stop talking?_

“The tickets are yours…you don’t have to see it with me if you don’t want to---I just thought it might be a date or something but we could just go as friends—”

Dean was finally cut off from speaking by a pair of warm lips that had crashed into his. “Mmph!”

His eyes widened and he pulled back to see Cas’s grinning face, his blue eyes dancing with laughter.

“Dean. I’m _your_ Secret Santa. As my final gift, I was going to ask you to my place and cook us dinner.”

“No shit!” Dean said, gaping.

It was then that he realized that the entire office was whooping and shouting for the two of them. He glanced over into the smug faces of Sam, Jo, Becky and even Gabriel before finally turning back to Cas. The bewildered expression on Dean’s face finally melted away to be replaced by a smile of pure joy.

“I can’t believe you got my name! What are the odds?” he said.

Cas snorted. “The odds are that I went to Rebecca and asked her to give me your name so that I might finally have the opportunity to ask you out. I was so worried when Jo stated that you might not participate.”

“Un-freaking-believable, Cas!” Dean said. “I did the same damn thing.”

He grinned, leaning forward to place a small, chaste kiss on Cas’s lips. He reveled in the feeling that he was finally— _finally—_ able to do this.

“I can’t stand these smug bastards any longer. Want to get out of here?”  he asked, eyes firmly locked with Castiel’s.

“I would be happy to, Dean!” Cas said, his hand reaching down to grab Dean’s, their fingers interlocking together.

Dean glanced around the office, unable to contain his grin. “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year everyone. Enjoy the party! I’d love to stay, but I’ve something a little more important to deal with right now!”

Dean squeezed Cas’s hand in his, and felt a giddy rush when Cas squeezed back and two of them walked out of the conference room to the sound of cheers. 

**Author's Note:**

> You can also feel free to follow me on tumblr: adorkable-cas.tumblr.com


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